How in the world do you think we shall end up if you do?
You'll have nothing left to say, and I shall be worn to a rag and a temper warding off your sentimentality." "Julie," said Peter, "are you ever serious?
I can't help it, you know, I suppose because I am a parson, though I am such a rotten one." "Who says you're a rotten one ?" "Everybody who tells the truth, and, besides, I know it.

I feel an absolute stummer when I go around the wards.

I never can say a word to the men." "They like you awfully.

You know little Jimmy, that kiddie who came in the other day who's always such a brick?
Well, last night I went and sat with him a bit because he was in such pain.

I told him where I was going to-day as a secret.